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Bad boy loves Bad girls
not my best but I still love it.
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I'm a naughty girl, and you're hard to please.
How bout fellatio, as I drop to my knees?
You're pathetic, oh let me put your mind at ease.
I'm a riot at this scene, I only serve to please.
I'm amazing at this drill, I only play to thrill.

Honey you aren't half bad, just the best I've ever had.
Darling, if you aren't sure please believe me I'll be yours.
Lust is the sweetest sin, and now I know that there will be hell.
Hell within you, hell without you, hell just thinking about you.

I started to think about it the other day.
My body danced a dance, my hips they swayed.
People these days are so afraid, so afraid to just get laid.
People these days are insecure.

Well I'm not, I know I'm damn hotttt.
Boy oh boy you know my sweet spots.
Tell me where is the cure?
I'd like it cut up and served to me in pieces.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
You know I'm tempting and there is nothing more to discuss.

Boy don't cause a fuss.
I've seen you work them, oh I've seen you work them.
Oh I know you work them, but I don't really care.
Babe, you're the baddest boy I've ever met.
Hun, you're the worst case of love I've ever laid eyes on.
I've ever pressed my body against.


Lets both smoke fags, and turn our lungs jet black.
We'll be breathing jet black, and wreathing jet black.
Oh and we'll never admit we're addicted to it.
We'll never admit we're a victim to it.

Oh hun, you're number one.
Oh babe, I'll be your slave.

Lets shoot back whiskey with a pepsi chaser,
and wash our problems away with that cheap liquor.
Lets let our livers deteriorate, we're ony that brave.
We're as brave as those problems make us.
Still wash them away, just wash them away.

Oh hun for this day pretend you're mine.
Oh babe for these futile moments I don't know what its worth.
I'll wear it like the key to my chest.
Don't let the heart beat, it just drips sweat.
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